Peter didn't like this. Not one bit. It was why, without a single doubt, he had decided to make sure that it didn't happen. Whatever messed up game Brock was playing at, Peter refused to let him get away with it. Looking rather opposite of Felicia, Peter was dressed in a simple, casual outfit. T-shirt. Jeans. Sneakers. He didn't plan on going out and looking all fancy. If he had it his way, no one would. Even so, seeing Felicia dressed up nicely...it had him hesitating. Sure, they had broken up. Peter very much still had his sights on Mary Jane; after all, she was the girl of his dreams, wasn't she? Of course she was. That didn't mean that he had to like seeing his ex run off to get mauled by a psychopath. Peter wouldn't allow it.
Rather than taking the direct approach, as Felicia was probably expecting, Peter kept to himself. He had taken an alternate route into the lobby. Not directly so. In fact, with Felicia's attention on the stairs and front door there was just no way that she would be able to detect Peter stealthily hiding in the hall. He kept his back pressed to the wall, keeping himself under cover by the corner of the wall space that was just out of her line of sight.
Peter was waiting for Eddie. As promised, he was going to make sure that he gave him a piece of his mind before they went anywhere. Even if that meant push would come to shove. Which would, inevitably with their history, come to punching and even worse from there. Violence wasn't always the answer. Peter knew that. But with him? Peter could guarantee nothing.
Peter kept himself hidden all the same. Waiting. Quietly waiting.